What bad starts, bad finishes. The domestic thrillers they tend to delve into this feeling. Jacobo's family reunites by circumstantial imperative. Probably no one in this family would want to live under the same roof, years after the family structure was demolished by lack of love and destructive routines.
But Jacobo has no choice but to return to Irene, his wife and Miriam, the distant fruit of their extinct love, a withered adolescent girl with little or no communication. The environment itself for family reunification does not bode well for a stream of new happiness. portocarrero, the ghost town of Almería comes to life in this novel, a meager, strange life, but life after all.
However, the farmhouse where Jacobo, Irene and Miriam try to hammer down the puzzle of their lives, ends up being robbed one night. Irene is murdered and Jacobo wakes up in the hospital.
When he comes out of the coma, Jacobo cannot understand why the official investigation points to his daughter as the organizer of the assault and the double murder that was half carried out. But Jacobo retains a pinch of appreciation, a redoubt of fatherhood from which the idea that it could not be so is born.
Together with his daughter's lawyer, he begins to investigate the ghostly little town, hidden in a winding valley, on the verge of being swallowed by a slow but steady nature. However, in such a simple setting, amidst the dominant silence, occasionally assailed by some cicada song, Jacobo and Nora are going to find some clue to pull from. Shadows of doubts loom among the few inhabitants of Portocarrero, until it seems that all of them are part of an endemic evil, settled in the strange space of that forgotten valley.
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